You make them an attraction
But they want that and the center
You give them a kiss
And they go for your oxygen
I might stoop to clean your feet
Kiss and lick off every dirt
But don’t get too many fancy ideas
Or I’ll be the force throwing and watching you
Fall down head first from the bridge
Into the dark waters
Black with the paint you adorned my heart with
When you stopped trying to make yours feel…
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